Children Can Be Cruel
Frieza glanced out the viewport into the cold vaccum of space, gazing into the starry field of eternity and focusing on nothing in particular. He didn't have to focus on any one thing for the black void to bring a devious smirk to his face. This entire galaxy was his.
He shifted his eyes sidelong and turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder at his subordinates. It made him chuckle to see them fumbling around, scared to death of him. He swung his arm around from where it was clutching his opposite forearm behind his back, aiming it at the purplish alien that had walked by. His poor, pathetic underling fell away from him with widened eyes. Laughing to himself, Frieza paid him no further mind and returned his gaze to the inky darkness looming just outside his ship.
And he remembered....
"Give it back!" A younger Frieza, not yet grown into the oddly disproportionate largeness of his head, leapt upwards to grab the brown paper bag that contained his lunch.
The blue skinned bully just laughed, switching the bag to his other raised arm when Frieza began to lower the first. His name was Heeta, and for some reason he picked on him mercilessly. "Like hell I will, you little freak."
Frieza sniffled, his shoulders slumping dejectedly and his voice weak, wavering with every word. "I am not a freak..." his tail swished back and forth behind him, and he inadvertantly tripped somebody walking passed. Startled, he turned around with both hands raised to his mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"Damn it, you little punk! Watch where you're swinging that thing!" The strange, cream colored boy stood up and brushed himself off, then ran a hand through his spikey black hair. "You're a menace, you know that?!" With that, the young Saiyajin stormed off, grumbling under his breath.
Frieza raised an arm towards the boy's back, calling out: "I'm sorry Bardock!" Heeta stomped on his tail while he was turning around, and he screamed with that high pitched voice of his. He suddenly found himself face down on the ground, a throbbing ache in the center of his back. He couldn't hold the tears back anymore, and that big bully just laughed at him. He wouldn't always be this way though! Someday he would show them! He would show everybody!
Yes....Frieza remembered them very well.